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Jackson sat at the kitchen table, praying to Araldo that this meeting between Hugh and Jethro went well, or Kim would have his hide. He wasn’t thrilled with Hugh’s plan, but it really was the best chance they had of stopping this killer.
Jethro fidgeted in his seat. The kid seemed unable to sit still, a nervous energy coursing through him. Since his release from prison, besides when he went looking for a job, Jethro had been in the woods. It was normal...or at least not that odd. Jethro had always loved the outdoors and being locked up for months must’ve been a complete nightmare for him.
A knock sounded on the door.
“I’ll get it.”
“If you have to.” Jethro shifted on his chair, his gaze going to the window where the moonlight made the damp grass sparkle.
He walked across
